Sufjan Stevens Casimir Pulaski Day Lyrics

Goldenrod and the 4H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car into the navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the Bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Micheal's house in the living room
When you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And he told me you were scared

Oh, the glory, when you ran outside With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I found the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the Great Divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I'm crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
The nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning, in the winter shade
On the first of March, on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh, the glory when He took our place
And He took my shoulders and He shook my face
And He takes and he takes and He takes